I stumbled across this smashing piece of kit when wandering the world-wide web; what a great idea! If I cycled around the streets of Manchester I would most definitely make the investment, enabling me to become content in the knowledge that I need never worry about the safety of my wine bottles ever again…or any other glass bottles for that matter ; )
Pictures from Neuvo.
I recently saw these in a magazine and immediately hunted them out… unfortunately, €150 is well over budget. I’m not sure I’d pull it off (not being a ring-girl) or how long I could keep it alive – probably only treating it to the occasional dimly lit dance floor of Manchester. Yet, the idea will forever put a smile on my face, for reasons clearly not related to the practicalities.
HAF Growing Jewellery
The food shop owned, washing up done, clothes horse filled, peanut butter & chocolate chunk cookies rustled up, Blade experience for the first time while blogging and home-made pizza devoured with company. Magic.
I stumbled over this blog today when googling ‘depression’. I quite like it, in particular this excerpt:
This is one of the best desserts to give you a hug from the inside (especially when served with lashings of hot custard). It’s even better when you find a juicy pineapple reduced to 35pence…
Although, it’s not that pretty.
I have, therefore, included an alternative picture of the gold pineapple which sits on top of my TV. It’s become a bit of a talking point given that it has no purpose – it just sits – some would argue it doesn’t even look pretty… The truth is someone bought me a photo frame a while back and I’m not all that sentimental, so it got exchanged. I’m not heartless (I assure you), I just don’t plaster my walls with memories I keep them in my head and, when a rainy day comes along I think back on them. No harm in that, is there?
1. Chop and cover in cinnamon and sugar to taste. Bake at 200°C until soft and desirable.
Sugar [brown and/or caster]
Over the past week or so I’ve had a humongous sort-out: no shoebox unopened, no t-shirt unfolded, no paper unturned. Everything has been questioned: have I used it? Do I need it?
The result has been an ever-growing pile of items for charity/ebay, an impressive clear out by anyone’s standards I assure you. Although, there are a couple of items which I have never worn and I will probably never wear, but which I can’t bring myself to dis-own. Why? I don’t know, all I can tell you is that they must hold a special place in my subconscious…
Here’s the best example (please note, the green bits are in fact lace – beautiful):